A Pet For The Two Mafia Dons 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Chapter 12: Gabriel’s GamesElena’s legs ached as she ran through the dark corridors, her breath sharp and uneven.Gunshots still echoed behind them, distant but deadly. Someone had attacked the estate, and Alessio and Gabriel weren’t taking any chances. They moved like wolves—fast, controlled, ruthless.Gabriel grabbed her wrist, dragging her forward when she slowed. “Move, princess. Unless you want a bullet in that pretty head.”Elena yanked her arm free, glaring at him. “I can run on my own.”Gabriel smirked, his golden-brown eyes gleaming in the dim light. “You sure about that? Because you look ready to collapse.”She was, but she’d rather die than admit it.Alessio was ahead of them, silent as a shadow, his gun raised as he cleared the hallway. He didn’t look at her, didn’t acknowledge the fact that just minutes ago, his lips had been on hers, his hands gripping her like he owned her.Good.She didn’t want to think about that right now.She didn’t want to think about the way her

Chapter FourteenElena stood in the middle of her room, heart still pounding.She had walked away from freedom.Not because she trusted them. Not because she believed their twisted idea of choice.But because something deep inside her whispered not yet.Not yet.Her hands trembled as she reached up and touched the leather collar around her neck. The lock was still there. Tight. A reminder.She had no idea who she was becoming.But she was no longer the scared girl in the dungeon.A knock echoed at the door.Once.Twice.She said nothing.The door creaked open anyway.Of course.Gabriel strolled in like he owned the air in the room. Shirt half-buttoned, sleeves rolled, chain hanging loose against his chest. His smile was lazy, but his eyes?Hungry.“Still pouting?” he asked, closing the door behind him.Elena didn’t move. “Still breathing?”Gabriel grinned. “Feisty. I was hoping your little walk of shame hadn’t drained all the spice out of you.”She crossed her arms. “What do you want?

Chapter 16: Pretty Things and Loaded GunsThe conference hall was nothing like Elena expected.No dark smoky corners. No half-naked women straddling laps. No piles of cash or brick-sized drug bags.This was… organized.Polished.Terrifying.The room stretched wide, lit by golden chandeliers and long beams of cold light. Heavy oak tables formed a long horseshoe, surrounded by tall-backed leather chairs. In the center of the room stood a digital warboard screen displaying global maps, tactical models, and red flashing points that made Elena’s chest tighten.This wasn’t a mafia meeting.It was a war council.The men inside weren’t street dealers or brutes with broken noses.They were power.Military generals in crisp suits. Foreign diplomats with steel eyes. A few uniformed officers—some American, some Russian. One bald man wore three different security pins on his chest. She didn’t even know what half of them meant.And the women?Tall. Elegant.Not a single one out of place.Not one wr

Chapter 18: Fire, Blood, and That KissThe night smelled like metal and smoke.Gunpowder. Blood.Gabriel slammed the SUV into a hidden garage beneath an abandoned train yard. The walls groaned as the car came to a screeching stop. He jumped out and yanked Elena’s door open.“Out,” he growled.Elena stumbled out, her legs barely steady. Her black dress was torn down the side, blood drying on her arms from where glass had sliced her earlier.She looked feral.He looked worse.A bullet had grazed Gabriel’s temple. Blood trailed down the side of his face, mixing with sweat. His chest rose and fell too fast. His fists clenched and unclenched like he was trying to hold himself together.“Gabriel,” she said breathlessly, “you’re hurt.”He didn’t answer.He walked toward her instead.One slow, dangerous step at a time.His eyes were wild. Not angry—something deeper. Hotter.“Why are you looking at me like that?” she whispered.He didn’t stop.“Gabriel?”And then he was in front of her.His ha

Chapter Twenty The knife felt heavier now.Elena stared at it in her hand — sleek, silver, almost beautiful — a perfect reflection of everything around her: sharp edges, cold promises, and danger that smelled like cologne and blood.She stood between them.Alessio to her right — silent, unreadable, dressed in all black with a single streak of blood drying on his collarbone like a badge.Gabriel to her left — shirt open, chest heaving, his smirk cocky but his eyes feral. He wanted chaos. He always did.“Go on,” Gabriel said softly. “Use it.”Elena looked up. “You want me to stab you?”Alessio’s voice was low. “We want to see what you do with power.”“You keep saying I have power,” she whispered. “But I still feel like a pawn.”Alessio stepped closer, slow and controlled. “Then stop feeling. Start acting.”The knife pressed against her palm. It didn’t cut, but it threatened.Gabriel leaned against the wall behind her. “You’re still thinking like prey, baby girl. That’s boring.”“I’m no